Latest from the Janitors, Asps, and Other Books - Bear's War (Asps Series) - Asps get into major battle with terrorists as they free nuns being held hostage.

Today’s excerpt is from Bear’s War, Book #5 of the nine-book Asps Series.  The Asps free five nuns being held captive by terrorists in Kenya, but get into an all out battle.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day.

m.j.

 

When Billy didn’t hear the fifty firing any longer, he looked that way, saw Kye slumped over, “Kye’s hit.  I’m going back and man one of the fifties.”

Bruce grunted, “Go,” just as Ike was hit in the leg, but kept right on firing.

Back inside, Jack looked out and saw it was no place to be taking the nuns, turned, and fired five rounds from his sniper rifles.  The sniper rifles were specially made and, just off fifty caliber—the team jokingly called them their forty-nine-and-a-half guns.  With the anti-personnel ammunition in the rifle, the rounds fired by Jack tore five large holes in the rear of the hut.  He raced forward and kicked in the middle of what was left.  It caved backward, and there was a fine hole.  Jack stuck his head out, went through the hole, and called back in, “Follow me, ladies.”

He was soon leading the nuns into the tree line behind the hut.  He could see the enemy to his right, and effectively blocking his way back to the buggies.  “Bruce, I can’t get back to the buggies from here.  Think I’ll circle around the other way and head for the river, behind the main force.”

“Go for it…now.  These idiots will realize soon enough if they charge us, it’s all over.  Stay in touch.”

Jack was soon leading the nuns in a large circle, around toward the Turkwel River.  As he did, Anson, who was laying flat on his stomach firing away, was hit from behind.  The shot went through the bottom of his foot, clipped his knee, continued on up under his bulletproof vest and under the skin on his chest, lodging there against his ribs.  He rolled over, and took out his Asp as he did.  Three men were charging from the tree line and he dispatched all three, then turned back to the main force of insurgents and continued his fire in that direction. 

Bear had done what he could for Dusty—which included a shot of morphine—and was now fighting the enemy.  He had three claymore mines with him and soon had one rigged to the remote control he had.  He threw the mine as far as he could and muttered, “Down everyone,” waited three seconds, then pushed the remote bottom.  The mine wasn’t totally effective, having landed on its back, but caused one large explosion right in the middle of one group of the enemy.

Bruce shrugged.  “Rig your other two the same way, Bear, and stand by for the rush we’re sure to get at some point.”

Just as he spoke, one of the insurgents who had circled the hut shot Bruce in his left shoulder, the bullet passing right on through.  Bruce swung around, dispatched his attacker, and muttered, “Bear, need some help here.”

Bear was soon doing what he could for Bruce as Billy—having been firing the fifty caliber at a hoard of the enemy trying to get to the small ridge—was hit in the arm, leg, and vest.  He swore and kept right on firing the machine gun, with very effective results.

When Bear had finished a fast field repair job on Bruce, Bruce pointed, “Toss your other two claymores, Bear.  Right after you do, we’ll have to make a run for the buggies.  We stay here and one-by-one we’re gonna die.”

Bear agreed, “You can say that again,” as he tossed both claymores and added, “Down everyone.”

After he set off those two mines, Bruce growled, “Let’s go, guys,” as he got up and ran toward the rise Billy had been on.

Bear picked Dusty up and carried him as he ran right behind Bruce.  Anson and Ike—both ignoring their pain—ran after those two.  When they reached the buggies, Bear put Dusty in the front seat of one and noticed that only Ike had been hit on the run.  He had been wounded in the arm.  Bear eased Kye down from her gun mount, saw she had been hit in the head, but was still alive, and decided there was nothing he could do for her at the present. 

Billy was still firing away with the fifty caliber—in spite of having been hit in his left arm, vest three times, and in his left leg—even as Bruce got in the driver’s seat of that buggy.  When Ike got in as well, Bruce drove off.  Bear followed, with Dusty and Kye in his buggy.  Anson drove the third buggy, as they all sped toward the plane.

Bruce asked, “Jack, can you hear me?”

Jack, who now had the nuns to the river and had killed two men guarding a raft, answered, “Yeah, I can hear you.  I’m at the river and have just commandeered a raft.  Hoping all the guys shooting at you don’t notice when I whiz past behind them.”

“Go for it.  I’ll call you on your phone later.  We’re all shot to hell, but away free for now.  Bear, call Wendy and have her warm up the plane.”

 

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